The Snow Wolf ▷ Isaac Lahey [2]

08 || Visionary

Visionary
Violet

     I walked to the living room, cleaning my hand with the cloth Deucalion gave me. He pointed at the chair across him and I sat down.

     Here stank of blood, desperation and anger, lots and lots of anger "So enlighten me Violet, what do you want to talk about? Did you finally realized you'll triumph with us and not with the one you call Alpha?" Deucalion spoke.

     "I don't call anyone Alpha and I will keep it that way for a very long time, I'm never going to join your worthless un comprehended pack. You sent Kali to kill Boyd and I'll make sure that her and yourself pay for it, even if I have to die for it I will revenge Boyd's death" I said leaning closer to Deucalion.

     A smirk appeared on his face and he leaned closer too "I'd love to see you try but we both know that even though your friend's death is what brought you here you didn't come to threaten us, am I right?" He asked.

Unfortunately he was, I did came here because the anger Boyd's death caused gave me a booze of adrenaline that made me end up where I was sited but I was here to learn about something else.

     "I came here to know what happened with my family, what really happened since you seem to know a lot about them" I said and Deucalion leaned back into his chair with a satisfied smirk "I knew sooner or later you were going to come for that" he breath out.

     I rolled my eyes and leaned back, throwing the cloth to the floor. Kali had left the apartment and the twins were still unconscious on the floor "Then tell me, tell me every single thing you know about my family. Don't spare me any details" I said serious.

19 years ago
3rd Person

     Deucalion walked through the woods of the town he currently inhabited, it was located at southern England. He was known for always trying to stay at peace with the hunters.

     Every hunter knew Deucalion and his pack, the hunters and the werewolves knew that no war had to happen between them as long as both sides respected the code.

     Deucalion made sure every single member of his pack followed the code, if a werewolf was hunted it was not going to be one of his pack.

     Everything had been completely peaceful for the couple of months Deucalion and his pack had moved to England, that was until one young hunter decided to hit one of Deucalion's most trusted Beta's with an arrow.

     The Alpha looked around trying to figure out where did the arrow came from, at first his blood was boiling because of the anger but after some seconds the silence appeased him.

     He decided that whoever pulled that arrow was going to have the opportunity to explain before he decided what to do "Deucalion" a feminine voice which belong to Kristine Argent, filled the silent woods.

"Kristine" Deucalion said once he saw her walking into view "Sorry about the scratch" Kristine directed her words to the Beta with the arrow stuck in his arm "Would you tell me what was that for?" Deucalion asked politely.

     "How else was I going to get your attention?" Kristine asked "Asking maybe?" Deucalion said "Maybe you're right. I'm here for information, about a pack. My sister-in-law said she needs my help hunting them" The huntress explained.