Regis (Parts I & II)

Chapter 1- Syron

I push my dark hair out of my eyes and adjust my leather tunic at the Alpha's door. My training session lasted longer than expected today, so I decided to take a nap back at my quarters. Shortly after I laid down, Sedrin, the Alpha's personal maid, knocked on my quarters telling me the Alpha himself had requested me. So, here I am standing at the door to his office. I raise my hand down on the wood, knock two times, then wait to enter.

His voice filters through the door and I open the door to go in. The alpha is sitting at his Kidney shaped desk, glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, and the first few buttons of his shirt open. He looks relaxed and barely looks up as I make my way to the chair in front of his desk and sit.

I stare at him for a moment, taking a closer look. I note the purple and blue bags under his eyes, the creases in his forehead from thinking too long, and the full scruff on his chin. He hasn't been taking a lot of care for himself and it's evident in his appearance.

 With a deep sigh, he drops his pen down, and leans back in his leather chair as his eyes fly up to me. "Four attacked near Ridge view road, west entrance of the pack."

Wearily, I know what he is talking about. Lately, a number of attacks have been happening around the pack. The four deaths were fellow pack members, friends, family. Usually the  patrol and perimeter team are able to eliminate any threats outside of the pack before they can even get close enough to break through pack territory, but somehow, they did this time. The threats, that is. This isn't where we all are running like chickens with their heads chopped off searching for the culprit, because we already know who it is. Or who they are, rather.

~*~

Several hundreds of years ago, a plague arose, wiping out supernaturals across the globe. Thousands of werewolves, faeries, nymphs, and demons gone like they were never here. It overall wiped out half of the supernatural population, not to mention the increasing number of deaths by human hunters. But one thing stuck out to the alpha of Regis then. He noticed that the vampires weren't being affected, at all. So he called upon the help of the vampires to figure out why there was a plague in the first place. They had no clue, but they did have a cure for it. Word reached everywhere, and soon, supernaturals all over the world were meeting at the vampire coven to get their hands on the cure, but the werewolves had to do something in order to get it. Since the vampires still have little trust in werewolves and the other way around, they ordered a peace treaty to me made, and only after that would they receive the cure. Thankfully, the Alpha had no other choice so he agreed. The peace treaty that was to be made was the marriage of the Alpha's heir, and the Vampires first male heir. So, on a special day, celebrated by many across the world, Daughter of the alpha, Gezelle, married the first male heir vampire, Aidrin.

All went fine, Gezelle and Aidrin had a baby a few years later, but not much information is on the child because it sadly died shortly after birth. The pain of losing her first child was too much that Gizelle hung herself in her room one night, the night before the celebration of her and Aidrin's marriage. The worst part is that no one ever saw Aidrin again, he disappeared. And with his disappearance, the treaty was called off. To this day, vampire's and werewolves don't get along. For many reason but that and their animal beliefs and differences has divided our kinds.

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I blink back in surprise, aware of the Alpha talking once again. "I don't know why they can't just let us be. Those damn blood suckers don't know when to quit."

His tone indicated that he was upset about it but nothing in his features showed such. His eyes were tired, sunken in almost. "They don't have it in their pride to quit. They thrive on ruining other's lives for the benefit of a meal."