Evolution

CHAPTER 19 | if you go down to the woods today

📎A/N. So it looks like you were more than happy that Joshua found his mate.

Things have been quite hectic so I do apologize for not replying to your comments. I will get to it but I am a little behind.

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Hans winced. "Keep away from that, you imbecile."

The man grunted and, instead of placing the sterile glass vile down where he found it, he picked it up and dumped it on the stainless steel benchtop. With a sneer, Hans's minder of the day, stalked off and headed towards the door.

"Let's go, Alpha Lauzon wants you there on time," he said before disappearing through it.

Hans, unable to help himself, rushed over to the tray that contained the vials and quickly rearranged them. After cleaning the contaminated glass the imbecile dirtied with his unclean hands, he set it back down and rearranged the content of the tray, so they were perfectly aligned. Satisfied everything was in order, Hans, architect of the wildfire virus and Elise's chief scientist, followed the path taken by the werewolf he had a sudden burning desire to maim.

Why Alpha Elise still had him watched every waking hour was beyond him. He had lost count of the times he had apologized for getting caught by the Alliance. To this day, he had no idea how they knew he was in New York, or where to find him.

Hans smiled to himself. I would have loved to see those traitors faces when they discovered I was gone.

His alpha hadn't abandoned him; of that, there was never any doubt. That stupid Alpha Commander and his even dumber henchman had no idea of his importance. His work wasn't yet finished, and it wasn't a surprise when Alpha Elise found where they had taken him, and returned him to his rightful place; by her side.

Once out the door, he picked up pace and headed down the corridor to the receiving bay. A new batch of recruits were due, and he needed to be there when his alpha greeted them. The moment he walked into the room his steps faltered.

What's he doing here?

The American alpha, whom Alpha Elise had in her arsenal of information sources, stood by his beloved alpha. Why she still tolerated him was beyond him. The Werewolf was insipid and weak, despite his pure heritage that could be traced back a millennia.

Hans approached Alpha Elise and bowed his head in respect. He ignored the other alpha. Elise would dispense of him once she got whatever it was she was after.

"But how do you intend to deal with it. This is a game changer. They are aware you are coming for them," said the American alpha, returning to the conversation Hans had interrupted.

From the miniscule muscle twitch in her jaw, Elise was not thrilled at the conversation. "As usual, you are overreacting. Something I have no time for."

"They are arming all the packs, how is that overreacting? We don't have enough soldiers as it is. I demand you tell me what you are going to do about it."

Hans cringed at the American alpha's outburst. Did he not see how livid she was with him?

It wasn't unexpected when, in an instant, Alpha Elise had the American alpha hard up against the wall; a hand around his neck as her manicured nails sunk into his skin drawing blood as they cut through the top layers.