Alpha of Dahael - ONC2024

Chapter 10 - From the frying pan

The door burst open, and a group of masked individuals stormed into the room, armed and dangerous. Audeion and Aaron exchanged a quick glance at each other. This was not what they signed up for in the slightest, they were outnumbered by a lot.

"Where is he?" one of the masked figures demanded, their voice distorted by the mask, guns pointed at Aaron and Audeion.

"We don't know," Aaron replied calmly, raising his arms to show that he wasn't armed or dangerous. "If they were asking for Doctor Edane then they weren't the ones who killed him but who did?"

Sweat beaded on Audeion's forehead as they tried to maintain a calm exterior. They couldn't afford to show any weakness in front of their captors, but deep down, fear gnawed at their insides.

Suddenly, a loud noise broke the silence, causing everyone to jump. Audeion took advantage of the distraction, making a split-second decision to make a run for it. They darted towards the nearest exit, dodging bullets and ducking behind cover.

Audeion seized the opportunity, launching himself at the nearest assailant. The fight erupted into a chaotic melee as Audeion and Aaron fought fiercely against their attackers.

Audeion's adrenaline surged as he ducked and weaved, delivering precise strikes and using his surroundings to his advantage with his senses sharpening as he focused on the adversaries before him. Aaron fought with equal ferocity, his movements calculated and efficient.

As the fight dragged on, the assailants shifted, probably hoping to end the fight quickly. Perhaps they were not sure of how they were up against but Audeion and Aaron seamlessly shifted, their strength and speed heightened as they met the masked assailants head-on.

The room became a whirlwind of claws, fangs, and snarls as the werewolves battled fiercely. Audeion's instincts guided his every move, allowing him to anticipate and counter his opponents' attacks with precision. Blood painted the walls as vicious slashes and bites landed on both sides.

Audeion's claws ripping through flesh, sending one masked assailant crashing into a nearby table with a sickening thud. The air filled with the scent of blood and sweat as the combatants continued their brutal dance. The room became a battleground, furniture crashing, shouts filling the air.

Audeion's focus narrowed to the immediate threat in front of him. Despite their outnumbered status, Audeion and Aaron held their ground, their determination unyielding. Blow after blow was exchanged, each strike fueled by the desire to survive and uncover the truth behind how Dr. Edane died.

Without silver bullets, their efforts were wasted, but to be fair they probably did not expect to meet werewolves on their excursion. The struggle continued, the sounds of battle echoing through the building.

With a well-timed strike, Audeion managed to disarm another one of the masked werewolves, sending them crashing to the ground. Sensing an opportunity, Aaron swiftly subdued another assailant, his jaws clamping down on their shoulder with a bone-crunching force. Audeion was pleased that Aaron was holding his own, he didn't have to fight while protecting anyone, he could fight at full power without being held back.

Amidst the chaos, Audeion caught a glimpse of someone slipping out of the room, a figure cloaked in shadows. With stealth and cunning, the figure retreated from the scene, their injuries masked by the adrenaline coursing through their veins. He tried to go after the figure but was blocked off by the other unaware fighters, or maybe they were aware which is why they were stalling him.

With a final coordinated effort, they were able to outmanoeuvre and overpower and drive them back. A savage skirmish ensued in the corridors and rooms of the building, the sounds of snarls and yelps mingling with the echoes of their footsteps. 

Furniture was overturned, walls were damaged, and the once pristine environment became a battleground marked by carnage. With a final surge of strength, Audeion incapacitated the last remaining assailants, the fight coming to an abrupt end. Breathing heavily, he surveyed the aftermath, adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

Aaron approached, his expression grim, as they slowly changed back into their normal human selves. They stood there catching their breath amidst the aftermath, Audeion turned to Aaron, a mixture of satisfaction and weariness in his eyes, his own gaze reflecting the gravity of their encounter.

As they looked around the building they heard the sounds of sirens in the distance. They slowly made their way to the front of the building to await the authorities.

Audeion and Aaron provided their accounts of the events, omitting certain details to protect the secrecy of their kind. The law enforcement officers assured them that they would investigate further and work to uncover the mastermind behind the attack. A few officers nodded knowingly at Audeion and Aaron meaning that this affair would be handled by the pack officials.

As Audeion and Aaron watched the pack officers secure the scene, they slowly made their way to the car feeling slightly drained and exhausted. After all they never expected to fight a full blown group at 8am in the morning with 45 mins worth of sleep in their body. They sat there in silence as they tried to recuperate, unknown to Audeion and Aaron, the lone survivor of the skirmish, made their way through the shadows, and successfully drove away from the scene of the crime.

Their mission was far from over; they had to report back to their silent employer, the puppet master pulling the strings behind the scenes.

They moved swiftly, their senses on high alert as they navigated through the traffic, every move was calculated, watching through the mirrors for any signs of pursuit. They knew the importance of their task and the consequences of failure.

Making their way to a hidden temporary safe house, located miles away from the site of the skirmish, the runaway took a moment to catch their breath, the adrenaline from the fight still coursing through their veins. They retrieved a communication device hidden in their attire, activating it with practised ease.

A low voice crackled through the device, "Report."

"It's done," the man replied, his voice laced with a mix of exhaustion and urgency. "We engaged the target as planned, but encountered two Alpha's sons who proved to be formidable. Four of our team didn't make it, and the others are incapacitated."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, the silence pregnant with unspoken instructions. "Return to base immediately."

With the orders received, he quickly took a shower, checked his injuries and switched to civilian clothing before switching vehicles and heading to the base.

Arriving at the base, he quickly parked and entered a secure room and activated a communication terminal. The screen flickered to life, revealing a figure cloaked in shadows.

"What is your status?" the shadowy figure inquired, their voice tinged with authority.

"The operation was successful but encountered unexpected resistance. We engaged and there were casualties on our side, and the remaining team members were incapacitated."

The shadowy figure absorbed the information, their expression unreadable. "Understood, your primary objective was completed well done. We will assess the situation and plan our next move."

"Thank you sir," he replied.

"You are to return home and await further instructions as usual, as always make sure that you are not followed."

He bowed as he turned around and left from where he entered, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. He got into his vehicle and started his 8hr journey home, he would only stop when he was close enough to home to rest.