A Bad Love Story.

ch. 1 alpha Sierra

SIERRA POV
Oh my goddess....
If he keeps fucking talking I'm ganna kill him...
I couldn't help thinking it. I hated the old man sometimes. He always seemed to ruin every morning with these damn daily pack meetings. I tried listening but after about ten minutes I had tuned him out.

Leaning forward closing my eyes and squeezing the bridge of my nose to alleviate the headache of elder Thomas's monotone voice, I attempted to re focus on the matter at hand. I was so damn sick and tired of the constant meetings with the man. Everything between a sock an omega left behind cleaning the pack house to a recent rogue sightening nearly a hundered miles out of my territory. It was all so damn tiring.

"Alpha! Are you even listening !"
I was instantly pulled out of my fascination concerning the pen in my hand to face the old man.
Looking into the old wrinkled face my wolf brissled a bit. Elder Thomas was probably the only walking man alive allowed to use any such tone with me. I attempted to tolerate it.
"Yes.... Repeat yourself now."
I swear he almost lost his eyes in the back of his head at my command. Even when I was a pup he could always see through my bull shit, and he saw that from a mile away.

"Alpha sierra ...... There have been two attacks on neighboring rouge groups. Signs show a small force heavily equipped. They decimated the men quickly, efficiently and mercilessly."
Oh, finally he got my attention I perked up a bit.

Tossing a file on my desk, pictures of pure carnage fell through. I was instantly curious.
Leafing through them I was captivated. Seeing signs of statigecly placed silver burns, ruthless and effectively placed wounds. I knew instantly we were dealing with artisans of death.
Looking back over to the old advisor, I couldn't help being some what amused at how green the old wolf looked.

Tossing down the file and leaning back into my chair I couldn't help but grin a little.
"Lookin' like you might loose your lunch there Thomas, you alright there?" I evily chuckled at the old man when he started to turn red a bit. Huffing at me he gave me a disapproving look.

"ALPHA! This is serious! its not hardly twenty miles away from our borders! It has some of us spooked, also its thrown the humane population in a stir. We need to take care of this before anything escalates....."
Leaning back into my chair further I tuned out the old man once more to study the pictures of the scene left behind. I had no words eloquent enough to describe the way their deaths were executed upon them. The scenes playing out their demises were done with beautiful percision.
"SIERRA!"
His grating voice brought my other nature out from the back of my mind. Snapping instantly back to the old man he instantly shut up and averted his gaze upon seeing my beast in my eyes peak through. How dare he use my first name.

"Speak." Authority seeping through my command. He bared his neck and kept his gaze averted.

"Alpha. We need to investigate this. Some pack members are frearfull. Rumors are spreading of a group of hunters. If that's true we need t-"

Standing up from behind my desk and stridding my way towards the door, I effectively cut him off not letting him finish. "Its not a group."

He chased me out of my office yelling. "It has to be ! The use of silver and the style of death blows given show signs of hunters! It has to be! Look at-"
I spun around so quickly I startled the old man almost making him fall over his cloak. "I never said it wasn't hunters. Its just not a group. Its a one man band acting alone."

He scoffed at me and laughed. "How is one hunter capable killing off that many rouges? That's not possible alpha."

Oh I want to pull his throat out....
I felt my nails elongate and bite into my hands, my beast wanting to strike the stupid man down for challenging my word. I stepped forwared slowly towering over his hunched figure making him slightly cowar. No longer meeting my gaze I spoke through gritted teeth my beast taking over my voice."If I know anything in this world, its the art of death. The blows are made with all the same foracity, emotion and skill. One person. ALONE. Now this meeting is done. I do not want see you for the rest of the day. Follow up tomorrow with more information of the locations, numbers killed, and I want to see the bodies left behind."
I walked away, gaining satisfaction from hearing only my boots hit the ground. As I made my way out of the pack house I didn't acknowledge the bows from pack members or the many mumbled "alpha" toward me. I was not in the mood to speak to any of them, my mind to busy churning with excitement at the challenge in front of us.
I had no sympathy for the deaths of the rouges. They were rouges of course, mostly all men not fit to be in a pack. But the one that had slayed them.... That is what excited me.

Finally some excitement ! She loved a good fight,my beast. It had been years that we had our last quarrel with hunters, and we were thirsting for a bloody brawl.
Stepping out into the trainning grounds laid out behind the pack home, I sat down removing my boots and clothing. Folding my clothing and wordlessly handing them to a small omega waiting to take them I rolled my shoulders and took off in the field running, shifting mid stride. Those in training parting like a tide letting my lycan form cutt through.
Heading towards the hills I let my beast take over. She let a howl loose of excitement.
Oh I can't wait. Oh hunter, bless your heart. You have no idea what is coming for you.