Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Chapter 7: An Invitaion

~3rd POV~

-2 days before the wedding-

Ratonhnhaké:ton scouted the Frontier for the thousandth time that week. His patience was growing thin, and so was his anger. God have mercy on any wildlife that crossed his path. His hunting was merciless. Not at all Connor's forte for the animals. From a young age, he was taught to appreciate the kill. The animal had given their life for the well-being of others.

Connor slammed his fist into a large oak trunk, the wood splintering his knuckles under the gloves. He slid to his knees and held his head above the young doe he had driven his hidden blade into. She still twitched with aftershock, a tiny grunt was her last sound.

The prayer was finally spoke but the pain in his chest was real. Connor skinned the animal with haste and slung the pelt over his shoulder. The walk back to the homestead might clear his mind. He passed a traveling trader who didn't give Connor a second glance after the native man growled under his breath.

No soldiers were seen either, which was rather strange. Yet Ratonhnhaké:ton felt a bit of relief. He didn't know if he could control his attitude around an enemy. The dirt path finally brought Connor to the Homestead. The villagers were lively as ever.

Myriam tried to make conversation but Connor couldn't bring himself to utter a single word. His only love had vanished into thin air. Her story didn't convince him of her travels, but he didn't feel the need to pursue it further. Had she really left him?

Achilles was waiting on the steps when he arrived. Connor was about to scold him for not resting, until he saw the slip of paper between the old man's fingers. Connor didn't speak to the older man, just snatched the letter from his hands and felt his heart skip a beat when the Templar emblem was pressed on the paper.

The red wax was tore off and Ratonhnhaké:ton dig for the note inside. It wasn't a note, rather an invitation.

To a wedding.

The wedding of Alice Hale and Shay Cormac.

Connor felt the rage build up inside of him faster than a freight train. His whole body shook and Achille's could see the body patterns. His muscles rippled underneath skin and the way his brow twitched. "Connor-"

"No. No this is a lie!" Connor yelled at the top of his lungs. Achille's stiffened, nor in fear of Connor, but Connor's actions. He began to pace back and forth, pushing down his hood and running a hand across his head.

"Calm down, boy. Don't make any rash decisions." Achille's pushed himself off of the support beam on the porch. He cane caught most of his weight but Achille's still felt the ache of his joints.

"Her father. Isaac must be up to this!" Connor concluded on his own. Achille's followed the young man into the house. "I have to go."

"Connor, that is exactly what they want you to do. The Templar haven't gotten this far in life being stupid. They know you will act without thinking and charge into that wedding. It's a death sentence." Achille's slammed the end of his cane into the floorboard. Connor's back stiffened and he inhaled deeply.

He turned on his heel with closed eyes and stayed silent for a few seconds. His eyelids lifted to expose cloudy brown orbs and a weakness Achille's had never seen before in the man. "So is living without Alice."

Achille's groaned and took off his tatty hat. He rubbed his forehead on exhaustion and sighed. "I told you Connor," Connor pulled the candlestick on the wall and the hidden entrance popped open. "Love is nothing but trouble, in the life of an assassin."

Ratonhnhaké:ton was half way down the stairs when he heard this. His fist clenched and the final straw had broken. He stormed back up the stairs and charged towards Achille's with fury unlike any other. He pointed a finger into Achille's face.

"I do not care what you or your foolish words mean. Alice is the only person left in this world that I care for on an emotional level. I'm going after her. With or without your consent." Achille's stood in awe as the taller man stormed down the stairs and gathered his weapons.

Connor grabbed every dart, bomb and pistol he could find. His tomahawk was strapped to his hip and the poison darts in his pouch. Achille's limped down the stairs and came face to face with Connor one last time.

"At least wait," Connor's face hardened even more. "Alice is a smart girl. She will worm her way out of this. At least for a little while. Shay Cormac is no one to be trifled with, alone."

"Why should I allow her to be married to him then?" Ratonhnhaké:ton stated with a a raised brow and bad attitude.

"Like I said, Alice is more than capable of defending herself for awhile. We need to design a plan to infiltrate their inner sanctum and brim her home." Achilles leaned against his cane and watched the hard likes of Connor's face fade.

"You are right. I'm sorry." Ratonhnhaké:ton rarely apologized, Achille's knew this.

"There is only one thing Shay adores more than the Templar order." Achille's shook his head. Connor stepped closer with confusion written all over his face.

"What would that be?"

"His daughter."

~Chapter End~

Sorry for the short chapter. I'm introducing a new character. Her name will be revealed in the next chapter and the entire chapter will be dedicated in her POV. She's only 9 and Shay's only blood relative.