Hit Me...

Paralysed.

Seth
Whoever this is, she's nuts, but she's clever. She has no scent. She left no trace. She just forgot a tiny detail. The Ferros Pack.
How she covered up her scent so well remains a mystery. She didn't just cover it, she diminished it. She has no scent and to be honest, that is unimaginably creepy.
She has a knife against my neck and me in position were I can't move. I am a freakin alpha! The best alpha on this side of the globe! Yet a single female rogue has me trapped. How the hell did that happen?

Speaking of said rogue, she curses quietly in my ear. She just realised something, whether it was my identity or that five of my pack are headed straight for us, I don't know.
"Tell the rest of your pack to go home." She presses the knife against my neck when I hesitate to comply. "For their sake and yours, don't let a single Lycan down this alley." The truth in her words force me to do as she says this time.
Morgan get everyone home. The rogue' s gone. I will join you soon.
Is everything alright?
Yeah, I just need to run.
Alright. I'll let them know.

I let out a sigh of relief when I hear the upcoming Lycans retreat in the distance.

Back to the problem at hand. Her breathing starts to escalate. That's when I feel a slight pressure above my collar bone. My entire body goes numb and I start to fall, no longer in control of my own limbs. Luckily, whoever this girl catches me and herself before I hit the concrete pavement. She lies my down gently, resting against the wall.

"Pressure points just saved your life. A paralysis one to be exact. Should wear off in about twenty minutes. For your own good, don't try to follow me." I would argue but not even my jaw can move. I watch as the rogue who had the guts to challenge me, got away.

I didn't see her face, but she had one hell of a figure. I may not like her at all, but I'm male and she is gorgeous. My wolf is going nuts inside. He doesn't get worked up like this for nothing. There is something about this girl, and I am going to find out what.

I watched as she ran towards the street. She would be to far ahead with a twenty minute head start to catch up. Heck, I could barely keep up when she didn't have a head start. She was incredible. Unlike anything else I have ever seen. Truthfully, that scares me.

***

I start to regain feeling in my fingers first, swiftly followed by my toes, arms, legs and the rest of my body. This whole paralysis thing is a pain in the ass. I have been sitting on the cold, wet (due to the weather earlier), hard floor, unmoving. When I stand up too quickly, dizziness overcomes me and I have to hold on to the wall to keep my balance. My wolf roars in frustration, but I only growl quietly in comparison. I push off the wall and walk towards the street. When there I look around, searching for any signs of her. Of course, there are none so I sigh in defeat. I will find her. What I do then is another matter. I begin running back to the pack house.

The city has many tall buildings but it is surrounded by a forest very few people dare to entire.  Human or otherwise. This is Ferros pack territory. The forest is about a mile away from the cities borders in every direction.  The forest beholds low mist that rarely allows sight of the the forest floor. The trees stand tall, most taller than the average two storied house. The dark green leaves rarely allowing any light past the canopies, leaving the forest looking a beautiful mystery -like someone else who comes to mind- yet still it gives humans the creeps. Few are brave enough to wander through the woods. Thankfully so, as the pack house is in the midst of the many-a-mile wide forest, making it extremely hard to find for those who don't know what to look for.

I head straight through the forest losing track of my speed as I dodge tree roots and low hanging branches. I only start getting tired when I catch a glimpse of the tall four stories that is the house. It's exterior is made of wood from the trees of this forest, making it even harder to spot, contrary to it's height. Fortunately, the trees are taller here so the sight is still obscured, all the way to the roof. The lights shine through the windows casting a glow on the darkness surrounding the house.

I jog to the front door. The door opens before I get there and my beta, Morgan, is watching my approach. "Did you find it?" Referring to the rogue, Morgan asks the dumb question.
"Do I look like I found her?" Irritation is obvious in my tone; more obvious than the fact I didn't catch her.
"Her? The assassin was female? That's a new one." I grumble lowly in response. "Someone's grumpy. What happened?"
"She outrun me." It is clear that I am not all that enthusiastic about that fact due to my lack of volume. My beta simply gawks at first, and I thought that was bad but when he burst out laughing... I cannot dislike him more in this moment.

It's safe to say, in private, Morgan and I don't have the typical alpha to beta relationship, otherwise he'd be on his ass right now. Most likely with a black eye forming. No, we are more like brothers and we take pride in that. It makes things easier; in simple situations and more complicated ones. Right now, however, I very much dislike him.

"A female, rogue, assassin outrun the best alpha known to all Lycans on this side of the globe! That's brilliant! Oh sweet moon goddess!" Here come the tears of laughter. I growl quietly but loud enough to attract his attention. His debilitating laughter devolves into a giggle, but he's still wiping away tears. "I actually really hope you find this girl, I want to meet her." He bursts into fits of laughter and giggles again and my temptation to hit him is quickly rising.

He fails to finish his fit even when his grandmother -otherwise known as the elder of our pack, Maria- comes to see what all the ruckus is about. Bewilderment blankets her facial features when she sees Morgan in tears, laughing his ass off and me standing in the doorway, absolutely fuming. "What is going on here?"
"N-nothing." Morgan calms his fits into suppressed chuckles finally, by taking deep breaths. The elderly woman raises an eyebrow in confused amusement but dismisses the matter. A strange look passes over her features before she frowns and drifts into deep thought. My eyebrows furrow and I glance at my beta, wondering if he knows what she is thinking. He looks just as confused as I do and I get a feeling the wise, old lady is hiding something. "Maria, is everything alright?"
"Hm? Oh yes. Fine. Dinner is ready." I take my turn to dismiss the matter to be brought up again after dinner.

Maria continues to the kitchen where Lycans discuss current affairs whilst cooking a meal for the pack warriors. Everyone else would have eaten earlier but due to our 'day job', most of the males were busy, earning money for the pack funds. We are contracted bodyguards. We protect people the council of Lycans contract us to protect without argument. Unfortunately, that means we have to protect bastards like Harrison Baxter. He blackmailed the council into anonymous protection. We were ordered to protect him from possible threats for a fee, paid by the council. Our orders were to protect him and if we failed to make it look like a suicide or an accident. He was a shithead. But now, fortunately for everyone human and Lycan, he's a dead shithead. Either way we still get paid.
I guess I have the girl to thank for that one. I came awfully close to killing him myself hence why I distanced myself from him making sure I was on the ground whilst he was in his penthouse office. I was quicker on the ground anyway. The clean up crew made it look like suicide whilst we tracked the assassin but to be honest if she hadn't outrun me I would most likely have shaken her hand and then arrested her. Too bad really.

I grab some food from the kitchen and take it to my office where I will most likely spend the rest of the night. Paperwork; what a joy.