Assassinating the Wolf Maffia

Prologue

Prologue

It was a hot day, the sun rays were nearly scorching the leafs. Not a cloud to be seen in the sky, everything was green and in bloom.

However, something wasn't right. The birds weren't chirping as they usually did every morning. Everything was dead silent. It would scare anyone.

The wind blew, making the leafs rustle. Then the silence returned. It was too silent. Sometimes an insect or rabbit would rustle in between the bushes, but that was it.

Until...

All of a sudden there was a loud howl, the howl of a wolf. It cried in the broad daylight, which meant it was alerting its pack mates for danger.

There was no moment left to be wasted. With a roar I jumped off the branch I was hiding in, quickly unsheathing my sword. The sunlight reflected into the silver blade, casting it back towards the ground.

My fiery red hair flew around me, wind hitting me in the face as I glared at the wolf down below, which was starting to make a run for it.

The wolf wasn't quick enough though.

I landed on my feet and swung my blade. Blood spat around, some of which hit my face, and the wolf gave an agonizing cry. I let my sword in its body, waiting for the squealing to stop. In between the squeals it turned its big head around and snapped its big teeth at me.

Seconds passed, and I saw the light die from its once clear yellow eyes. The auburn wolf's head fell to the ground with a thud. It was then that I pulled my sword from out of its body, and then more blood spat around the area.

I held my sword upwards, staring at the blood dripping down the silver blade. In between I saw my own reflection, my bright lime green eyes glaring at myself. My father used to tell me I looked like a cat.

I wiped the blood off with my sleeve, slowly sheathing my sword back in its scabbard. I stared down at the wolf's dead body.

''Sorry Roberto'', I muttered, still gasping from the adrenaline. ''You just weren't quick enough.''

Why did I know his name?

The answer was very simple. The auburn wolf named Roberto was no ordinary wolf. He was a werewolf. Before shifting he used to be a man. Quite handsome actually. You'd expect no less from an Italian.

As if him being a werewolf wasn't enough, he had to be a member of a pack. Not a normal pack either.

Roberto was part of the Maranno, the most dangerous wolf mafia around.

And why did I kill him?

Because I was a vampire. That wasn't my only reason, though. Sure, vampires hated werewolves and vice versa, but something had happened in my past which gave me a personal reason to hate them. And I hated them, I hated them so bad I swore I would kill all of them.

They took something dear to me. And I was going to make sure to repay the favor.

I heard the pained cry of a female wolf in the distance. My head snapped up and I smirked, guessing it was Roberto's love who was mourning his death. They knew he was dead. The minute one of them died everyone else could feel it, they were that close.

I heard the rest of the group snarling at each other before running further away from me. I smelt about ten other wolves, but unfortunately for me those were just a minuscule percentage of the rest of the pack. They were probably out hunting, or trying to find some vampires to kill.

I glanced back down at Roberto and gave him a nudge with my foot.

''See ya later, pal'', I said, before gritting my teeth and dashing after his friends.